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The Enemy
The rythmic pounding of the raindrops against the window pane,
heavier and heavier they knocked, louder and louder the hammering got. The outside view is obscured by a mist of rain, only hinting sihouettes of people hurrying to shelter. The bus left splashing the puddles along the way. Gripping tightly to the flimsy umbrella, i walked into the dreaded battlefield. The battlefield is a horrible place to be in, with rain firing mercilessly from above. Dodging puddles and holding firmly to my only weapon, the walk continues. My dull green waterproof uniform had turned a darker, army green. Protecting the notes in my file with my dear life, i hugged it closer to me, desperately trying to avoid the enemy, whose mission is to wet everything it can land its hands on. The pale yellow building loomed closer, a symbol of the haven of rest, the huge comfy sofa for a tired self. With the motivation to get warm and dry, i am led into the shelter of the lift lobby. *hahahaha..... hahahhahaa.... i am amazed at my crapping ability to "spice up" my journey home. I am a lit student. Yay!* Joyce at 10:32 PM
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